Chapter 21: Crumbling Walls
Lena traced the rim of her coffee cup, acutely aware of the man across from her. Kieran lounged with effortless grace, one hand curled around his dark mug, the other resting loosely on the table as though he owned not just his space, but somehow the air around them. His green eyes gleamed with a warmth that unsettled her, because it wasn’t just charm—it was focus, the kind that made her feel as though every word she spoke mattered. He leaned forward, elbows braced on the polished wood. “You know,” he said, his voice low, like velvet wrapping around her, “you’re harder to read than anyone I’ve ever met.” Her brows rose slightly, though she kept her eyes on her drink. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?” His lips curved. “It’s an observation. Most people… you can catch glimpses of who t
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